Upon entering the house, Vinson saw that the vase on the dining table was shattered all over the floor. Arielle was standing on the side with panic written all over her face.
“Sannie!”
Vinson quickly placed the stuff down and rushed to her side, grabbing her hand as he asked, “Are you hurt?”
Arielle simply brushed his arm off and pointed at the broken vase while mumbling, “Broken… He’s broken…”
Vinson examined her hand thoroughly to make sure she was uninjured before breathing a sigh of relief. “It’s just a vase. Don’t worry about it.”
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